The humanoid Noxhart shook its head.
It lowered the shield on its own. The energy sphere floating between its antlers dimmed as well, with barely any power left inside.
"When Vesperhart died, I died with him."
Noxhart looked down at its hands.
"But I left my mark all across this continent. My true body may be dead, but those traces didn't disappear with it."
It raised its head to Ethan.
"How else do you think I survived all those years trapped in that place?"
Traces?
Silas, Adrian, Malverin, and Lunethar flashed through Ethan's mind.
Had Noxhart created all of them?
"Did you create Lunethar?"
Noxhart shook its head again.
"'Create' isn't quite the right word. I granted their wishes."
It turned toward the names on the monument.
"They already knew what they wanted. Power, wealth, immortality, or whatever else. All I did was make their dreams come true."
Then it pointed to itself.
"As for the me standing before you, I'm only a fragment of memory. I'll disappear soon."
